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grandma poem

were it not for that singular smell
the air is like a butterfly
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i saw him once before
and still they walked on
since, if you stood by my side today
long ago, in the young moonlight
high walls and huge
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
as evening falls
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens

 



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